Confession Poem by Reshma Ramesh
Confession
It is time for me to confess,
Confess, my Lord to Time,
I bow and I am on my knees
I beg you for forgiveness
Time, when I left you hanging,
Banging my head on the wall,
When I blamed you, I lied,
I only had myself to blame.
Time, you lead me from the
Broken path, but I blamed you,
You, always for my wrath,
At the back of my head,
I bled and my skin shed,
Time, I am sorry, I know not
You were my healer, my mother
Timeless time, my only NOW.
A remarkable poem of great wisdom and acceptance... Wonderful piece..inspiring poem! Great write!
The existentialist here blaming yourself for what ever happens, , , philosophic, deep, and what is it that is on the back of your mind, reshma, , ,10
Ths has been put beautifully, the confession and the melting of ego and fusion of consciousness into Kutastha. In the so frequent moments of heady ego, we blame one and evferyone for the happenings, including God! The act of forgiveness versed beautifully by Reshma Ji touches heart!
You have chosen an excellent topic for your confession - time - and you have personalized it and made it tangible - someone you can talk to. I believe this poem is saying something about delaying gratification, being patient and above all, savoring the 'now' moment so beautifully expressed in your final line. A fine poem written with the devotion of a prayer. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
It is a humbling feeling to be sorry for past deeds deemed unreversable and bad by one who is sorry and sad. Great poem. we all make mistakes, the only way to limit or reduce those errors of our ways is to realize that they are not worth repeating or recommitting. God bless all poets-MJG.
Reshma, as each moment of our lives changes, it is gone and the next one begins. We cannot relive it except in our minds eye, so it is best to leave it and enjoy the present moment. If we lead our lives this way we become happy have no real need of time, and become closer to our God. Great poem, it is good to reflect on the way we lead our lives. Happy Christmas and may 2009 be good to you. Bob
time ever elusive- at times obtrusive- but can't quarrel with it, for it does heal.10 Mamta
It is time for me to confess It was only you with me in time of joy and duress............ Good work..................good piece
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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A humbling piece... HG: -) xx